Emerging from the clouds was a beautiful and graceful creature, with scales like silver waves, two pairs of wings like butterfly wings, so light and slender that one almost forgot its place among the creatures of Aitalia.

Dragon.

In the south, whether it is a resident or a passerby, there are few people who have not heard of the legend about the owner of the Holy Bow Peak. Many have even seen it with their own eyes, the King of Nevard, the patron of the elves - he calls himself the elf Anlothor, but the locals are more accustomed to using the name of his dragon:

Milleusmis.

Mirleymis swooped down from the clouds like a meteor from beyond the sky, turning into a silver light and striking Nicol Bolas on the back. Sharp claws pierced the latter's pitch-black scales, and blazing blood poured from the wound.

The latter screamed miserably, facing an opponent of the same level, and no longer cared about the Fang Plover below. It flapped its wings and spun around and spewed a breath of golden flame at Milleusmis, but a huge twelve-pointed star array emerged from between the silver dragon's claws, and countless hexagonal shields of light spread out, blocking the flames tightly.

Magic.

The dragon god bestowed upon the dragons, one of the most miraculous creations of Aitalia. Milleymis spun around in the flames and swept his tail across it, sending Nicol Bolas flying and crashing into the tower between the forty and fiftieth floors.

There was a bang, and the top of the tower was suddenly filled with smoke and dust.

But Nicol Bolas let out a scream of rage and flew out of the ruins, its golden pupils bursting with endless resentment, for that was a favor that the dark dragon would never receive.

It slammed into Mirleusimis like a dark shadow, who didn't expect it to recover so quickly, and because it was far inferior to the huge black dragon in strength and size, it was knocked out of the way.

On top of Milleusmis's beautiful body, there was a shocking wound, and silver blood flowed outward. But it didn't notice it, its wings snapped, and it stopped in mid-air. Then the sparkling light passed over it and flew towards Nicol Bolas.

It was the 'knight' construct of the battle craftsmen.

Milleymis looked at the little things, and his voice shook through the sky: "Help me contain it." ”

As it spoke, it flew upward, and a silver glow appeared on its front paws, revealing an additional staff, which was snow-white and looked like nothing more than a calcified branch. But it was held in the hands of Milleusimis like a branch, and in the eyes of mortals it was a towering tree.

Milleymis opened his mouth and looked at Nicol Bolas below with a serious expression, and suddenly a strange incantation came out from the depths of his throat that seemed to be a thousand syllables stacked together. It raised the staff in its hand and slowly drew a huge circle beside it.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the sight of magic returning to the sky once again appeared, and the wind of ether gathered from all directions, flowing into the staff in the hand of Milleusmis.

The clouds that had been scattered once again gathered on top of this silver giant dragon's head, and several cracks appeared in the sky at the same time, and silver Lian fell down from the cracks. It's just that the waterfall is not flowing water, but surging magic.

Due to the disturbance of the magic, the sky also turned a golden red color, as if the time passed from afternoon to evening, and the scene of burning clouds.

Everyone in the square stared blankly open as they watched as if it were the end of the world—a dragon spell, a forbidden spell engraved in the dragons' blood, and they would not use it several times in their lives.

In fact, almost all the magic at the mortal battle level is learned from this kind of forbidden art. It's just that compared to the original, both in terms of quality and scale, it's too much worse - even compared to the forbidden spells that the Noumerin elves have the same origin, it's still not as good as that.

However, it has only been about a hundred years since mortals began to use alchemy and magic to imitate dragon spells.

The sky went dark.

As a result, the silver veins of light in the hands of the fourteen master craftsmen in the square became more and more conspicuous at this moment, like fourteen gurgling rivers of light, converging towards the top of the upper floor of the Alfondo Tower, allowing a silver star there.

It becomes more and more dazzling.

The arrival of the owner of the Tower of the End of Summer surprised and delighted Fang Yu, almost saving him from a desperate situation. He 'armed' his spear and watched through the eyes of the dragon knight as a dozen or so structures flew towards Nicol Bolas, with light blue bands of light spraying behind them.

But the dark dragon struggled hard and scattered them.

The starlight gathered in mid-air and scattered again.

It spread its wings and flew towards Milleymis in mid-air, though it had lost its magical powers, but the memory and fear of the dragon's spell that remained in its veins—it knew what power it was.

Fang Ou dropped his spear.

The Dragon Knight turned around and drew a beam of light sword—it was a pure aetheric Garapea—but he didn't have a true dragon slayer sword in his hand, otherwise it would have been a real materialized being.

But that's enough.

The Dragon Knight leapt forward and flew into the sky, a pair of wings of light growing out of its back, a clear color that emitted countless currents of ether, propelling the tall construct towards Nicol Bolas.

At that moment, everyone saw the Azure Star rising in the sky.

It mirrored the silver stars next to it, but it sped away from each other, turning into a cyan streamer that crashed into the black shadow above the sky.

Every master craftsman associated with it felt the exponential increase in computing power, and the dragon knights who were controlled by analog calculations made even them feel a little overwhelmed. Not to mention Fang Yu, who was the main controller, sweat flowed down his cheeks like a stream, and his soft hair was completely wet, clinging to his forehead.

His eyes were closed, his eyeballs fluttering, the muscles on his head bulging, and he almost clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to hold on without collapsing immediately.

But Tata opened his eyes calmly and gave him a rare look of concern.

Nicol Bolas finally noticed the clear glow coming up from behind.

Although it was only a glimpse out of the corner of its eye, it still made the fear in its heart sink again, and the unforgettable stinging pain, like an illusion that had turned into a sword light, slashed at its dragon horn and right claw again.

The former apparition swooped down on it, almost causing it to scream.

Nicol Bolas was drenched in a cold sweat, and could no longer bear the oppression of fear, so he had to turn back and face the dragon knight. The familiar faces that were getting closer and closer made it almost frightened, but on the other hand, it was filled with a monstrous rage, because Nicol Bolas knew that the other party was just a teenager behind him.

"It's too much of a deception!"

Nicol Bolas clawed at Shuma.

But its claw scratched a void.

In its somewhat surprised gaze, the construct stepped back in an eerie maneuver—almost counterintuitively, a sudden stop, and then staggered with its claws. But by the time Nicol Bolas reacted, the dragon knight had turned into a streamer of light and circled behind it.

Above the sky, the craftsmen's eyes reflected the cyan streamer of that turn, and they almost forgot the calculation—because they saw what seemed to be a reappearance of the past—Fang Yuan's ability to control the light gun was already the limit of their imagination, and as for allowing the dragon knight to fight in close quarters:

That's another dimension.

But the boy not only fought, but also did not fall behind.

As the craftsmen's calculations stopped, and the dragon knight also stopped in mid-air, Nicol Bolas finally seized the opportunity to turn around and bite the latter.

But the next moment, the dragon knight took advantage of the loss of center of gravity, with a strange folded line, which could be mistaken with it - Nicol Bolas was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was his bad luck. But it reflexively swept its tail at it with another whip tail, but the huge structure was clearly rolling in the air, and it was staggered from its tail by a fraction of a second.

Nicol Bolas felt a chill at that.

One dragon and one machine have actually entered a state of spiraling and falling entanglement at this moment, and even its master, who was born in the sky, feels that it has lost some of its ability to perceive the surrounding space, but no matter how the other party spins, it can always find its position accurately.

and anticipate its attack.

This sense of space.

How can it be!?

At last there was the most terrifying look in its eyes, and at that moment it seemed to see no longer the calm and calm young man, but another somewhat handsome young man, standing in front of it with the sharp sword on his shoulder.

And smiled at it—

Then Nicol Bolas's eyes were met with a sword light.

It came back to its senses, realizing that it had lost its mind in the middle of the battle, and could only watch as the sword light slashed through its horns and slashed its right claw. It's just that the lightsaber barely did any real damage, not even a single scratch on its scales.

But Nicol Bolas fell into the deepest nightmare at that moment.

It raised its head and screamed in terrible accord.

And what people saw, the cyan star and the dark dragon in mid-air, the bright trail of light, seemed to be more than just a scene that happened at this moment. It's about going back in time to the skies of Van Rik and letting them see the legendary hero -

Dragon Slayer, Shyod.

It was a battle a century ago, but it was repeated at this moment.

And at this time, Milleymis finally completed his spell.

A silver pillar of light was thrown from its claw, hitting Nicol Bolas in the right chest. It seemed unremarkable, but after the pillar of light passed through the dark dragon, it hit a hill outside of Van Rik without making any sound, and the small hill disappeared in an instant.

Nicol Bolas let out an even more deafening scream and finally fell to the ground.

It crashed into a city with a thud, but soon struggled to fly again, but did not dare to make any more nostalgic moves, and glanced back with some hastiness, and staggered in the direction of Long Lake. Although it looked extremely wounded, Milleymis in mid-air did not move, and no one dared to stop it.

The crowd could only watch as it disappeared into the western sky.

And it was at this time that Fang Yu couldn't hold on any longer.

His eyes went dark, and he fell forward to the ground.

The crowd in the square let out a cry of surprise, and watched as the two blue and silver stars in mid-air lost their light and fell downward.

Seeing this, Milleymis fluttered his wings and flew in that direction, catching the dragon knight first, then swooping down to grab the silver doll, and flying back into the air, beyond the Alffindor platform.

It then gathered its wings, returned to its elven form, and landed on the platform of the tower.

The people watched him walk in, and it didn't take long for the boy to come out.

He grabbed the unconscious square plover in one hand, jumped out, as if it had no weight, and fell lightly from the air. It was as if people had just come to their senses, realized something, and rushed in that direction.

But the first to arrive was Ander and his party.

Count Sirin-Sbicca politely stepped forward and greeted, "Thank you very much, Mr. Anlother, for your support to Van Rick. Had it not been for Your Excellency's timely arrival this time, the city would have been a dead end, and I would like to pay you my respects on behalf of all those who survived the city. ”

Anlother looked at him with a silver gaze, and replied lightly: "You're welcome, I went to Idus first, so I almost didn't make it in time." ”

The Earl then looked at the Fang Plover in his hand and asked, "Does Mr. Anlother know Eddard?" ”

Ann Lother nodded slightly.

"He's my student."

As soon as this statement came out.

There was silence in the square.

……

Fang Yu felt that he had a very strange dream.

He dreams that he has finally defeated Nicol Bolas, thwarted the Ronists' plot, and found the murderer of Miss Atira's brother and Lady Quisu's son.

He then traveled to the Second World with everyone, where he found Sylvid's father, and helped the Ma Wei Boat Regiment to find the Stargate to the Third World. It was a vast and unknown world, and for many years to come, they represented the new world of Kaulin-Eshurian and Division 3.

He later retired and married Miss Sylvede, and the two had a child named Tata, who also looked exactly like Miss Tata. In the dream, they have been living happily and contentedly, as if the dream will continue like this.

But after a while, the style of painting changed.

Suddenly, he saw Mia come to him with a little girl with horns on her head, a long tail, a pair of golden pupils, and biting her fingers. And told him that it was his daughter and that he was to be held responsible.

He looked confused, and then he saw Mia and Sylvid arguing, and the argument escalated into a battle.

In the end, Miss Miya held a star dagger, looked at him indifferently, and said coldly: "Flower heart big radish!" ”

Then a dagger stabbed at him.

When he dreamed of this, Fang Yu woke up in a frightened spirit—he opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was lying on a huge bed, covered in cold sweat. And all around is a snow-white scene, a bit like a hospital on earth.

Only then did he recall what happened before he fell unconscious, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, could it be that the military really arrested him back to Earth?

But he was looking panicked when he heard a soft laugh next to him. Fang Yu was slightly stunned, turned around, and saw Sylvid lying on the side of the bed, supporting her chin with one hand, looking at him with a shallow smile:

"Awake?"

Fang Ou opened his mouth, and when he saw Sylvid, he realized that he had not returned to Earth, but was still staying in Aitalia. But what exactly is this place? He was stunned for a moment before he asked in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"What is this place?"

"The temple of the goddess of commerce," Sylvide smiled, her eyes slightly tired, as if she hadn't had a good rest in a long time, "the city is in shambles, and only Lady Roman's temple can accommodate it." ”

"A mess in the city?"

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered a key question: "How long have I been in a coma?" ”

"In three and a half days, the middle captain woke up once."

"Have I woken up once?" Fang Yu was not impressed.

Sylvid pursed her lips and smiled: "You said in a daze that you don't want to cry next to you, which affected your mood, so angry that Miss Tang Xin slammed the door and left." ”

Fang Yu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself why he was still talking in his sleep, didn't he want to die? But he endured his frightened mood, vaguely recalled some things that happened before he fell into a coma, and then asked:

"We won?"

Sylvade looked at him with crooked eyes and nodded slightly.

……